Chapter 874

Weston’s confrontation shattered her intention of escaping from the mess. If only she had known that he would interrogate her, she wouldn’t have drunk that glass last night. At the same time, she realized how great of a difference Yvonne’s alcohol tolerance was compared to hers. The sound of an opening rang inside her head. Stella raised her arm weakly and pressed it against the man's chest, begging. "Let's get up, okay..." “No.” He lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose, rejecting her decisively. She was covered in sweat, as if she had been pulled out of the water. A drop of sweat fell from the man's forehead at the same time, creating a splash as it hit her collarbone. ...... On the contrary, Yvonne, who had high alcohol tolerance, wasn’t in a good mood. When she woke up, she was lying alone inside Hayden’s office. Above her was the white ceiling. She stretched out her hand and touched the side, which was already cold. She sat up and yawned. With sleepiness wri